[ It's comfortable, holding her hand. She lets the quiet settle then, just wants to sit in it. There's often nothing to be said, she knows that. But that's alright, she'd rather the silence than just trying to fill it with words that might not do all that much good.

Luna considers it. How.. is she actually feeling about it all. No matter which was it might be, she does understand Usagi's words: that it's alright for it to be however it might be. ]

... I don't think I'm angry at him. I've been angry with him plenty of times before with the things he's done. He's not always had the best ideas about dealing with certain things. [ Like the time he straight up went missing rather than telling people he needed sometime by himself. ] But... not this time.

I just... wished maybe he'd come to me before he went. He left me a letter...? But I didn't get it until after he was already gone. [ Some kind of contingency. John was all about those. ] Even if he knew he was going. He got to say goodbye, but I didn't.